What a few days, and I'm not halfway through yet. Birthday dinner at the White Lion at Aldeburgh last night with Ruth, followed by Brooklyn at the cinema, not David Beckham's son, that would be weird, but the film of the book. Smoked salmon mousse, beetroot puree, then roast hake fillet with smoked salmon linguini. A great evening. Helen took me to lunch at the feted Darsham Nurseries today - feted especially, that is, by the wealthy London weekend crowd who think nothing of the small helpings as they just order loads of different dishes. I had roast baby leeks, so small they were practically 6-week-old embryos never mind babies, with burnt butter and goats' curd. So yummy. Then rabbit ragout with salsa verde. Lovely food but overpriced. We had a laugh anyway, both of us dolled up to the nines. Tomorrow it's off to London for a secret treat with Olivia, then both girls for the weekend. When I got back from lunch a fabulous fat bouquet of flowers was waiting on the doorstep from Kitty. Here they are.
There's lovely. I'm having a great birthday. Roll on next year.
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